A trip to the pub

[D3-RK]

D3-RK, an anstro-mec belonging to the Jedi order. Was sat in a way that only droids know how to sit. Sipping his pint of bitter. The cantina "The sith and leadslinger" a local bar on Telos. Was the kind of bar that everyone has been in at some point in their life. Sticky plaster-steel floors, and wise Mon-Calamari, serving drinks and the local music station coming over the room.

"Bloody Heck. Where is T0-NY? He was supposed to meet me after his shift. Eehhh bloody T0 series."

D3-RK lit up a cigarette from his internal compartment, lighting it of his welding torch.

"I hope something interesting happens soon. Can't face the ship pit again without some breaking up of the day to day."

D3-RK whistled and pretended to exhale, He looked around to see what was happening.

 

[Oozak]

Oozak had stopped by the cantina on Telos to relax and have a drink, something he hadn't done in a long while. It was much more formal and less violent than those on Tattooine, perfect if you didn't want to risk getting blown away by a mugger. But, not like it mattered to Oozak, he was a walking death machine.

Oozak sat at the counter, and ordered a drink from the Mon Calamari bartender.

"I'll have some Mandalore Liquor, extra charm." he requested.

The drink was given to him, and Oozak leaned back at the bar.

Today was going to be a perfect day.

Just perfect.